At my six-week check up with the doctor I found out that I had cancer. So I went back into the hospital for some tests and it was confirmed, so the cancer was removed. This all put an added strain and with having a newborn baby, there was a lot of stress in the house. One night the baby was crying a lot and I didn’t know what to do. My beloved husband came into the room and started screaming at him and then grabbed me by the hair and started kicking me and hitting me. I just screamed for him to stop and he finally did. I called my mother and she came and picked me and I moved back home for six months. My husband sought counseling and I thought it was better, but again he get mad, he would hit me. He sought counseling again and he did improve for awhile so after three years of marriage, we decided to try to have another baby, after six months of trying I finally became pregnant.
However, my husband was not happy with this news, he tried to cut the baby out of me, he chased me down the street to the police station. He gave me a black eye, I was taken to the local hospital to ensure that the baby was okay. I slept on my sister’s couch that night but I went back to him the next day like nothing happened. So six months later, I give birth to another boy, But our newborn was sick and he needed medical treatment. It was an oh-so scary time for us. He was okay and we were okay. At least I thought so. Our baby improved and we go home and now our family has grown to three. Again, he wasn’t happy with anything I did so he would hit me again; but this time he started to abuse our children. I said to myself, oh no, this is not happening to my kids. I was able to get us out and go to a battered women’s shelter. At the shelter, I received counseling as did our oldest son, he was four years old. I was able to receive money thru welfare and get an apartment and get away from husband. I eventually filed for divorce because he threatened to kill the kids and me. He kicked in my door and put a gun to my head.
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